Łedzidše jin-Durånümox looked at the bar’s front door, disappointed. A scrap of paper stuck to it said that it was closed for the wedding. Some kids Łedzidše never heard of were the saviors of humankind. Like that meant anything. Prolonging the existence of humanity on a rickety old spaceship heading for nowhere.

Yesterday’s bender still pounded at Łedzidše’s head. He’d hoped to dull the pain by getting an early start on drinking again. It was either that or going to where that mechanic Дalitzen zia-Åšohamörtem said to meet. Getting drunk sounded like a better plan, but the stupid wedding ruined that.

So, Łedzidše sighed and strolled away from t...

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